A Ripple
A leaf falls silently from somewhere above,
making a ripple in the glass-smooth surface
of a puddle in the middle of the sidewalk that I tread.
I contemplate...
My head full of visions and dreams;
Thought crosses my meandering mind
that this scene has just mimicked my life
Like an actor, playing his tragic role,
evokes tears in a crowd and a standing ovation;
With his inspiring performance,
The leaf has moved me...
Like the leaf, change often floats down softly
from somewhere unbeknownst to me;
Landing in a puddle...
Making a ripple...
As I walk along this sidewalk that ends
only where another one should start.
making a ripple in the glass-smooth surface
of a puddle in the middle of the sidewalk that I tread.
I contemplate...
My head full of visions and dreams;
Thought crosses my meandering mind
that this scene has just mimicked my life
Like an actor, playing his tragic role,
evokes tears in a crowd and a standing ovation;
With his inspiring performance,
The leaf has moved me...
Like the leaf, change often floats down softly
from somewhere unbeknownst to me;
Landing in a puddle...
Making a ripple...
As I walk along this sidewalk that ends
only where another one should start.
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